Tools of the Corrupt

"I believe I found the man responsible Dad. I'll kill him."

Maxus could still feel every breath he took crushing his sides, his neck all the way to his shoulders, stiff with soreness as he placed a brand new flower on his father's ash urn. He felt a pair of eyes looking at him as the vigilante turned around, finding Tony Ang at the entrance of the temple.

"You have time? I have something to talk to you about." Tony asks.

"Yeah. I have time."

Maxus found himself in front of a table with a large takeaway packet of Roti Prata, Tony taking a seat in front of him and clearly had something important go discuss. "I'm not stupid Maxus. I trained you and I know your skills. The fact that you still sustained this injuries only tell me one thing." Tony cut straight to the point.

"I have nothing to hide from you." Maxus muttered.

"You realize what you are doing right?"

"Yes. I have no regrets."

"Who else knows?"

Maxus stopped himself to think before answering. He had knew Tony for a long
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